Cold Nights
Nights is cold
Wrist on froze
Come around
Keep a pole
Talk on me
I let it blow
AOT
I let it show
Now we up in the trenches
Four five with extension
One call to the misses
Forty four bulldog vicious
Run up on me
Imma push yo shit back
You got money
Bitch you know that's a cap
Forty on me and I'm making it clap
Forty on me and I'm making it clap
I got those Cartier lenses
Up in the trenches
Upping the woo know I'm blue like the benjes
Forty four shots gonna hit you like
Forty four shots gonna hit you like Dennis
Know I'm a Suvy
Dripped out in Louie
Fucking yo bitch we gon make us a movie
Tito bottle in my hand
Flying to japan
We gunna get us some sushi
Found him on his block
Lacking
Headshots
Bullets stick like a magnet
Four shots now he gone
It ain't tragic
Touchdown
Got me feeling like Magic
Bitch you is dumb
Load up the chop
It go dum dum dum dum
Silencer all on the gun
Get you hit we ain't spin out for fun
All of yall lame
Pussy boy
We ain't moving the same
Fuck a diamond make it plain
Fuck a diamond make it plain
Know that I'm JUU
VVS stones
Set in my chain
Sad that yo homie is gone
Just saw a pic
You were stood in the rain
Nights is cold
Wrist on froze
Come around
Keep a pole
Talk on me
I let it blow
AOT
I let it show
Now we up in the trenches
Four five with extension
One call to the misses
Forty four bulldog vicious
Run up on me
Imma push yo shit back
You got money
Bitch you know that's a cap
Forty on me and I'm making it clap
Forty on me and I'm making it clap
OVO
Up the drake
What is takes takes
Glock in my lap
Gotta keep me safe
Run up on me imma hit you like
Run up on me imma hit you like
Amiri jeans
That shit cost me a k
She straight but her mom is a eight
We got like forty four shots
And they fnm bullets
Lil bitch get the fuck out my way
Spin back
Win that
Goofy
Get back
Man he a joke
Sinbad
Stop at the light
Get yo shit snatched
Got em' all hit
I walk away grinning
The choppa gon sing
You know that we winning
Nights is cold
Wrist on froze
Come around
Keep a pole
Talk on me
I let it blow
AOT
I let it show
Now we up in the trenches
Four five with extension
One call to the misses
Forty four bulldog vicious
Run up on me
Imma push yo shit back
You got money
Bitch you know that's a cap
Forty on me and I'm making it clap
Forty on me and I'm making it clap
Wrist on froze
Come around
Keep a pole
Talk on me
I let it blow
AOT
I let it show
Now we up in the trenches
Four five with extension
One call to the misses
Forty four bulldog vicious
Run up on me
Imma push yo shit back
You got money
Bitch you know that's a cap
Forty on me and I'm making it clap
Forty on me and I'm making it clap
I got those Cartier lenses
Up in the trenches
Upping the woo know I'm blue like the benjes
Forty four shots gonna hit you like
Forty four shots gonna hit you like Dennis
Know I'm a Suvy
Dripped out in Louie
Fucking yo bitch we gon make us a movie
Tito bottle in my hand
Flying to japan
We gunna get us some sushi
Found him on his block
Lacking
Headshots
Bullets stick like a magnet
Four shots now he gone
It ain't tragic
Touchdown
Got me feeling like Magic
Bitch you is dumb
Load up the chop
It go dum dum dum dum
Silencer all on the gun
Get you hit we ain't spin out for fun
All of yall lame
Pussy boy
We ain't moving the same
Fuck a diamond make it plain
Fuck a diamond make it plain
Know that I'm JUU
VVS stones
Set in my chain
Sad that yo homie is gone
Just saw a pic
You were stood in the rain
Nights is cold
Wrist on froze
Come around
Keep a pole
Talk on me
I let it blow
AOT
I let it show
Now we up in the trenches
Four five with extension
One call to the misses
Forty four bulldog vicious
Run up on me
Imma push yo shit back
You got money
Bitch you know that's a cap
Forty on me and I'm making it clap
Forty on me and I'm making it clap
OVO
Up the drake
What is takes takes
Glock in my lap
Gotta keep me safe
Run up on me imma hit you like
Run up on me imma hit you like
Amiri jeans
That shit cost me a k
She straight but her mom is a eight
We got like forty four shots
And they fnm bullets
Lil bitch get the fuck out my way
Spin back
Win that
Goofy
Get back
Man he a joke
Sinbad
Stop at the light
Get yo shit snatched
Got em' all hit
I walk away grinning
The choppa gon sing
You know that we winning
Nights is cold
Wrist on froze
Come around
Keep a pole
Talk on me
I let it blow
AOT
I let it show
Now we up in the trenches
Four five with extension
One call to the misses
Forty four bulldog vicious
Run up on me
Imma push yo shit back
You got money
Bitch you know that's a cap
Forty on me and I'm making it clap
Forty on me and I'm making it clap
Credits
Writer(s): Julian Shelton Ii
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